Just a Someone?

Once a moonlit night and scary, midst the howling winds and dreary

I was riding on the back of memories, a lonesome street

Strutting past the ashen spaces, smirking at the empty faces

Thinking to myself how ugly and forsaken lives they lead

Here a drib and there a splatter, ringing through that numbing chatter

Hanging on the flapping rim, the dancing raindrops on my hat

Crashing through those molten pebbles, seeping 'neath those dusty rebels

Yes, it was a moonlit sky and why it rained, don't ask me that

I kept walking, peeping, staring, almost running, almost swearing

Learning every now and then that I was someone they ignored

But I still tried to control my desperation, screaming well nigh

Telling to myself that place was dystopic and way too bored

So once again I pulled my wit, took note of time and of that "pit"

And called out to someone who I thought was soaking in the rain

But fell my cry on those deaf ears, and I heard mocks and I heard jeers

Or so I thought, feeling antsy, sketchy, and at best, so plain

Who was I, I thought, in this den, was it not my so own world then

Trying to escape from it, that memory laden, lonesome trace

Falling through the narrow causeway, picking splattered bits to convey

My submission, my surrender to this ghostly, haunting place

But not to find the gleaming light, but not to overcome this might

That rendered me tame and put me in a corner so obscure

But reconcile to all around, and to come to terms with ways abound

That I am just a "someone" and nothing less and nothing more